0 comments/ 48385 views/ 4 favorites The Monkey's Penis Ch. 1 By: Jafar David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! 11. One Mother of a Bus Ride --- --- ------ -- - --- ---- (Author's note: This one is a little odd. Don't say you weren't warned.) Lisa Diaz looked out the window as the buildings rolled by. She was taking the bus across town to meet her sister, Tina, then the two were going to go shopping for an anniversary present for their parents. Lisa had followed her sister's example of not even trying to do the car-at-college thing. Even if you could afford the payments and insurance, you had to be a pit bull to get a parking space on campus. Lisa smiled: Tina apparently liked being carless so much that she still hadn't gotten one even though she graduated a year ago. The bus slowed for the next stop. That was a good thing: old lady Carnahan was driving today, and Lisa wasn't entirely sure that she didn't sometimes plow over people to rack up points for some devilish "score" she kept in her head. Bored, Lisa glanced at the people boarding. Wow. Three pregnant women, all of them wearing bikinis. That was unusual. Especially in a land-locked town like this one! She averted her eyes so as not to stare as they bellied by. As they passed her seat, she glanced back over to see who else was boarding and ... her eyes widened. She quickly looked away. That boy's nose had to be ten inches long! He HAD to be a frat brother doing some type of joke or something! Slowly, she slid her eyes back over for another look. He was crouched over, staring at her, nose still ten inches long ... but buzzing ...! Suddenly, his tongue flicked out of his mouth about a foot and a half, quivered a second, then sucked back into his mouth. He looked at her expectantly. "Eeeeewwwww!," she heard her mouth say before she even willed it to make that sound. Good mouth. Looking disheartened, he moved further back up the bus. Thank God! The final newcomer looked relatively normal, but he slid into the seat beside Lisa despite there being numerous empty seats around. "Excuse me," she tried politely, "I'm saving this seat for my sister. She's getting on just a couple stops ahead." "Don't worry. You won't mind me sitting here long." Hungh? "How about those three preggers walking around practically naked? Have you ever seen anything that strange?" Lisa rolled her eyes: pushy people. She'd just tell him to move again when her sister got on. "And how about that WEIRD-looking guy? I mean, his nose had to be out to, like, here!" "Do you ... do you know what's wrong with him?" "Oh, sure. He laps muffs. But he sure does look funny." Lisa frowned. She wasn't sure if he had just said something dirty or not. "And did he show you his tongue?" "Yeah," she frowned. "What's with that? Is he playing a joke or something?" "No, the tongue's for real. And if he showed it to you, that means he likes you. I hope you smiled back at him so as not to hurt his feelings." This guy was as weird as the tongue guy. "Remember I asked you if you saw the three ready-to-pops? They're all three mine. I done 'em." She frowned at him, and he grinned expectantly. (Author's note: I'll claim the pun.) "Want me to do you?" "Ms Carnahan!" Lisa bellowed. The bus driver's eyes flicked up in the mirror, then she pulled the bus to the curb. "That boy bothering you, lady?" she called, looking back up in the mirror. The boy beside her stood and started walking toward the front of the bus. Ms Carnahan stood and stepped to the aisle. She growled something as the boy stepped in front of her. He pulled something from around his neck and showed her, then turned and started walking back. But it wasn't Ms Carnahan behind him anymore. Instead, it was a twenty-something redhead wearing a hot pink string bikini, her hands at her boobs, squeezing, her face registering surprise at the incredible jolts of pleasure they were sending her brain. And she was pregnant. The boy walked back and took the seat beside Lisa again. "Better get back to driving, so we're not late to our next stop," he called. The redhead shook her head dazedly. "But I'm puddlin' up here!" He ignored her, so she crawled back into the driver's seat and started the bus moving again. "That bus driver was quite a looker in her younger days, wouldn't you say?" the boy asked. "Ms Carnahan ... never looked like that ... there's just no way." "Ah, I helped a little bit. But, still," he gestured toward the front, "she provided the basic model I started with." This was just ... bizarre! "She looks better carrying, don't you think?" She looked at him, bewildered. He smiled and held up a stick. "And it's mine." Lisa suddenly knew that she needed to get out of here. Now. Or something bad would-- "Would you like-- " his hand darted to her abdomen. And Lisa had a vision. It was three years into the future, on a beach. Lisa was a nine-month ready-to-pop, wearing a string bikini like the other women on the bus. As a matter of fact, the redhead that seemed to be a younger Ms Carnahan was there with her, and she was untying her bikini top. "Gotta get some sun on these milky things," she smiled. Lord, her nipples were big and dark! And ... but Lisa reminded herself that she wasn't lesbian. Lisa looked down at her own swollen breasts and found herself giggling. "Me too." She removed her top and found her own nipples much darker than their usual light brown. A man in a dark shirt with a white collar walked up to the two. "You two jezebels should stop strutting your sins upon this beach!" he shook a book at them. "A decent girl would know the name of her baby's father! And every welfare check you draw, you will be scabs upon society, squandering that which has been earned by hard-working, God-fearing GOOD people!" "This belly belongs to David Moreno, preacher," Lisa snapped at him. But who was David Moreno? "And there will be no welfare, you fanatical tight-ass. This is a cosmetic pregnancy." "A what?!" he frowned. "This pregnancy is just for looks. No baby is coming out of here. I've had this belly for three years now, ever since David made me look this swollen. "You ... you blaspheme!" he gasped. "Oh, shut up and have a drink, preacher!" She grabbed her boob and squeezed, shooting him in the face with milk. Within a few moments, he was on all fours on top of her, sucking famishedly at her teat while she giggled. Another bigot saved, she smiled. Then she was back in the present. David Moreno -- she knew that to be his name now -- was beside her, smiling, his hand on her belly. She looked down. Sure enough, she was swollen, looking like her water would break any minute now. She looked back up at him. He nodded, then moved on to the next female on the bus. Lisa traced her hands over her abundant belly. God, she was beautiful! She was practically glowing! She sat there, radiating, through the next couple stops, while David went from woman to woman, impregnating each with beauty. Soon enough, Tina boarded the bus. Lisa smiled and waved. "Hey, little sister. How are you do-- what HAPPENED?!" Lisa ran her hands over her round belly. "Isn't it wonderful?" she beamed. "Is that a pillow?!" Tina pulled up her sister's blouse, but that revealed only swollen abdomen. "What the hell happened?! Who knocked you up?! And how ... so fast?!" "Sit down. Let me tell you about it." Tina sat. "Isn't it wonderful? I'm going to look like this forever! All swollen and beautiful. And these!" She lifted her blouse up further than her sister had to reveal big naked milk-swollen boobs. "Oops," she giggled. "Guess I lost my bra when David made my belly swell!" "Who is this David?! And what has he done to you?!" Fingers tapped Tina's shoulder and she looked around. Lisa grimaced -- it was that tongue boy again. Tina's eyes widened at his nose, then recoiled when his tongue flicked out. "Scat!" Lisa flicked her hand at him. With a pathetic look, he lumbered away. "What was THAT?!" Tina asked. "I see your sister joined us," David stepped back to their seat and smiled. Lisa looked up the aisles, at the pregnant women stroking their own bellies or fondling their own boobs. "Do her too, David! She'll be so pretty preggy." Tina stood, wriggling by David and began backing toward the rear of the bus. "What are you doing to these women?! What have you done to my sister?! You stay away! Don't touch me!" "I don't have to touch you." David held up the penis. In the blink of an eye, Tina's belly was swollen to popping, her jugs milk-filled, her mane of dark hair longer and fuller ... and a glow about her. A pint of juices splashed to the floor. "Her water broke!" Lisa clapped her hands. "No, pregnancy just makes her really horny." David held up a red silk thong. "And I took her panties." "Ooohhh ...," Tina shivered, then lifted her skirt and reached up beneath it. "Oh, this is NICE!" ---------- Edward Deviney stood on the corner outside of Lyons and Hartcliffe law offices, smoking a cigarette. It was pretty out today, and this almost made up for having to stand out here in the snow to smoke during the winter. Almost. The way Edward reckoned it, it was all a plot. Chronic stress caused 90% of today's illnesses. Like air supersaturated with moisture, stress was just waiting to rain down as disease in today's lifestyles. All it needed was something to condense out on. Maybe cigarettes could cause it to condense out as lung cancer; maybe jogging could cause it to condense out as an enlarged heart or as disintegrating hip joints. If he told this to ten people, nine would immediately write it off without a second thought as him rationalizing his own lack of willpower. But if cigarettes DID cause cancer, then simply explain this: as the incidence of smoking has dropped since the 1950s, why hasn't the incidence of lung cancer dropped at all? Could it be that there's actually another culprit? Like, say, air pollution regardless of cigarettes? Could it be that stress causes all manner of disorders and if you eliminate cigarette smoke, the stress just finds another irritant to precipitate out on? But ... it's much easier to stand on a pulpit and pound your fist against cigarettes than it is to change people's lifestyles and ultimately the whole concept of a stress-filled technological society. Yes, much better to convict the innocent hobo than to try to take down the guilty-as-sin high-ranking politician. Don't confuse the simple-minded jury with niggling things like "truth." Edward dropped the butt and stomped it out with his foot. He didn't give a second thought as the city bus pulled up. Not until the twenty-three pregnant women all wearing string bikinis stepped off it. One of them even pulled up her bikini top and flashed him a lactating boob, giggling. Lisa and Tina walked up the street proudly, intending to show off their new figures. Then Lydia Moreno stepped off the bus, wearing a bikini, but at least not pregnant. She was followed by two other women, a young man and a half-human thing. "Hi, Eddie," Lydia giggled as she walked past him. "Hi, uhm, Lydia. Kelsey said you called in sick." "And who says I'm NOT sick?" she giggled. "And twisted?" She entered the building. ---------- (To Be Continued) The Monkey's Penis Ch. 10 David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! 10. Circumstantial Horniness David stood there, holding the monkey's penis, having supposedly been told all of its secrets. but he just felt bewildered. And he shouldn't. He held in his hand the greatest sexual tool in the known universe. The things it could do! Why lose sleep over how it did them? First things first. He held up the penis -- the monkey's, not his. "Mom, these other two have used you more than enough, Katie trying to humiliate you and Paul trying to molest you -- at least in the other world." His brow furrowed. "The, uhm, one that would have happened if Katie hadn't shown up at his door. Or whatever." He pressed the penis forward with renewed determination. "Anyway. Let Mom be restored back to innocence with no lingering harm from what these two have done." He thought a second: he intended to have some fun with Katie and maybe with a few cheerleaders over the next couple days. "And let her be okay with sex. It's a natural thing, Mom." He turned to Paul. "Sorry about this, Paul. But, then, after you described what you WOULD have done to my mom if you'd gotten the chance, I don't feel TOO sorry. Let Paul stay here on the floor, a pitiful human toad, so that he can't go out and blab about the penis while I'm still having fun with it." He turned to his girlfriend. "Katie. What can I say? Horny sexpot." "And me. Let my cock stay this huge, with cum that makes women melt. But let my mom be immune to that last bit." He didn't want a repeat of her earlier performance! "And if Katie didn't wish it already, give me great stamina." He nodded. "That about does it for now. Mom, Paul's going to sleep over on the floor tonight." "That's good, dear." "And Katie ... let's go fuck." "Oh, goodie!" she clapped her hands. "You kids have a good night," Lydia smiled. "Would you like me to make you any hot chocolate before I turn in?" "I think," David grinned at his girlfriend, "that we're going to be a little too busy for that, Mom." "Sleep tight, then. And have good sex." ---------- The rest of the night involved lots of rhythmic motions and bodily fluids for David and Katie. The next morning, David's entire room had a light coating of splattered jism, and Katie was rutting along the length of his hard-again cock. There was a knock at his door, which opened to his mother's smiling face. "Rise and shine, you two. Oop. I see that David has already risen and little Katie is shining along its length." She glanced around the room at the goo-lined ceiling and walls. "My, David! What a copious semen producer you've been! I'm going to have to get a sponge and bucket in here and mop. Well, you two finish up and come on out to breakfast. You don't get any nutrition eating each other out, you know." She stepped back out. Half an hour later, there was another knock and Lydia re-entered. Katie was humping her son's leg, running her hands up and down the length of his hard-on. "Come on, you two. You're going to fuck the day away." Katie looked tiredly at her to see that she wore an apron and was carrying a bucket and sponge. "It's June Cleaver," she looked back at David. "You gonna cleave her beaver?" "Katie?! That's my mom you're talking about!" "Sorry." She started running her hands over his rod again. "Just give me some more goo!" "Ah, ah," Lydia said, walking over and wetting the sponge in the bucket. "I need to wipe that off, Katie. If your pussy juices stay on it too long, it will irritate the skin." She tapped the younger girl's hands to shoo them off her son's pecker. "Mrs Moreno! I'm busy USING that!" "Well, you can just pause a moment while I clean it." She wiped off her son's hard-on with the sponge while Katie crossed her arms and frowned. "There now. That will even FEEL cleaner." "David! I don't like her in the room when I'm HUMPING you!" "Mom, could you give us a few more minutes of privacy, please?" "Yes, dear," she picked up her bucket. "But you two need to come out and eat something." Two hours later, there was another knock, and Lydia entered again. "Are you two lusty kids still humping? Well, I ran to the foodstore and I've fixed some oysters and eggs for brunch. Gotta keep up your protein intake if you're going to hump all day long." She bent over to wipe a semen glob off the floor with her fingers. "Oooh!" Katie growled that her pleasure ride was being interrupted again. She grabbed David's cannon, roughly aimed it, then pulled back on the skin to fire it. Blat! Mrs Moreno caught the discharge on the top of her head. She stood back up smiling and wagging her finger. "You kids ...," she grinned. "Here, I brought Katie something to tide her cunt through brunch." She pulled a neon pink tube out of her apron and held it forward. Twisting the bottom started it vibrating. "You can stuff it up your puss, and it should keep you purring through the meal." She stepped over to the younger woman and helped her insert it up her hole. "Oo-o-oh," Katie shivered. "Did you buy that when you went out, Mom? I didn't wish for any vibrators to appear in the house." "Oh, no, silly. I've had the Pink Bandit for years. I just could never tell you about him. Since sex wasn't ...," she shrugged and lowered her voice to a whisper, "you know, okay." David's astonishment showed in the dumb look he got on his face. "Sweetie, you're re-inflating already." "Sorry, Mom." Lydia shook her head. "Well, you HAVE to come eat something." She gripped the skin firmly and stroked back and forth a few times. "Oooh! Oh!" Blat! "Now think about your grandmother until you're done eating." Kate was distracted by the pink hummer between her legs, so Lydia took her by the wrist and led the two children out to the kitchen table, then served three plates of oysters and eggs, taking a seat across from her son to eat with the two lustbirds. "C'mon, Katie, eat," Lydia told the distracted girl a couple minutes later. Numbly, Katie began slowly pouring oysters down her throat. "Well, I had the nicest surprise last night," Lydia smiled between oysters. "I'm a virgin again." David sprayed the table with the oyster that had been in his mouth. "Yep," she giggled at her son's reaction. "I got my cherry back. You asked for me to have my innocence restored. Let me tell you, it makes a girl feel all fresh and clean when that happens!" She poured another oyster in her mouth, then shook the empty shell at her son. "Now if you could just bottle that in a douche ...! One rinse and you have your maidenhead back, just like Aphrodite." She took a sip of water, then frowned as she felt something between her legs. "David?! Is that you?!" "Sorry, Mom," he blushed darkly. "Does it ...," she frowned, "Does it get you all hard talking about your mother's cherry? Ooh!" She wriggled her hips as the cockhead at her pelvis grew, pushing forward six inches. "I guess it DOES!" "I'm sorry, Mom! I'll-- " She grabbed the head to keep it from leaving. "It's okay. I don't mind. It's just weird to think that my own son could hump me from all the way across the table. I mean ... you're just so HUGE, David! Oooh!" She smiled. "And getting huger as I talk!" "How-- how in the world did you find out? About the-- uhm-- that you're-- " "About the happy hymen? Well, David, you and Katie here" -- Katie sat in a daze, pushed there by the unstoppable stimulating power of the Pink Bandit -- "were really going AT it last night. Your screams and gasps and humps and bumps just got me kind of horny. So I frigged myself a bit. Let me tell you," she nodded her head, "I got off more than a few times listening to you two fuck like animals!" "Mom?!" "Yes, sweetie?" "I thought I fixed things ... so you were back to normal. Were you like this before?" "Oh, honey, I just couldn't admit it to you -- or even to myself most of the time. But now ... sex is okay! It's natural." David just looked astonished. "Honey?" "Hmm ... yeah?" David nodded dumbly. "You're getting longer." She grabbed his cockhead when he started to jerk away. "No, you don't have to move it ... but if you extend one more inch, you're going to be inside." "I-- I can move it, Mom," David said, slightly panicked. "No, we can leave it here until we're finished eating." "I'm, uhm, done." "Well, I'm not. You and your stiffie can keep me company while I have the rest of these peckers ... I mean, oysters." "Yes, uhm, ma'am." Lydia poured a few more shells down her throat. David studied his mother as she ate, her pink dress, her cream apron, her pretty eyes, her mussed hair. He realized that her hair was drying mussed because of the semen mousse he had inadvertently applied earlier. His mother ... was wearing ... his jism ... like some sick scalp treatment! There was a ripping sound from under the table. "Score, beaver cleaver," his mother grinned. "Whungh?!" his voice cracked. "That was my panties, sweetie. And you've parted my lips." She slid her hips forward four inches, then back. "Feel me? I sure as sex can feel you, David!" "Mom?!" "Not a virgin again any MORE!" she grinned. "I wish you had made sex okay the day you turned eighteen, baby. We've missed almost two years of fun fucking! WE need to MAKE UP for lost time!" She nodded, then slid her hips forward and backward again. "But Mom! You're supposed to be immune to the scent of my cum!" "Maybe. But I'm not immune to sex! Okay, here we go!" She gripped his erection near the head so it couldn't get away, then wriggled her pussy around on it. "Mmmmmm ...." BLAT! BLAT-BLAT! "I-- I'm sorry, Mom!" Lydia smiled as she wiped off part of the jism that splattered her face. "Now THAT is an ejaculation to make a mother proud!" Katie, who had been sitting in a hummed-up trance, began wrinkling her nose. "Oops. We're waking Katie up. Look, David, you've serviced your mother with your fantastic tool. I'm sated for a while now. You take Katie back and get a couple hours of sleep." "But-- " "You take her. Now, before your scent on me brings her out of her stupor. And leave the vibrator inside her while you nap, like a pacifier, so she can get some sleep." "I guess ... I AM feeling kind of tired." "Go nap." David stood and led the entranced, vibrating Katie back to the bedroom. After a couple hours' nap, he headed back out. And raised his eyebrows. Paul was laying on his back on the floor, pants around his ankles, knees in the air, feet on the floor, tongue hanging out on his cheek as he panted. David's mother was sitting on the floor in her pink dress and cream apron about three feet from Paul, her right arm fully extended, wearing a latex glove while she fingered Paul's little erection. "Please! ... Mrs! ... Moreno! ...," Paul gasped. "I told you no, Paul. It feels like being one of those workers that collect bull semen just doing this. Anything more than this would be like bestiality." "Mom?!" David's voice cracked. "Oh, hi, sweetie," she smiled and waved with her free hand, continuing to finger the penis, then shrugged at David's bewilderment. "He just looked so pathetic." Paul's leg started to kick. "Mom?!" "Just a second, honey. Here ... we ... go ...." A pearly glob arced through the air and landed on the carpet. Lydia stood, smiled and pulled off the latex glove. Paul laid there, eyes rolled back in his head, tongue hanging out. "Well, I have a cum spot to scrub up now," Lydia smiled, heading toward her cleaning bucket. "Did Paul ASK you to do that, Mom?!" "Oh, no, honey. He wanted me to suck him. But I just wasn't going to do that." David frowned, then marched back to his room and brought out the penis. "Paul, you little turd." Paul was beginning to regain consciousness. "If you're going to beg others to service you, you can service them first." He raised the penis. "Let you answer only to 'Muff' or 'Muffy' because you exist only to lap muff. And let your nose grow to dildo-size and vibrate when you get excited." "Whuh?" Paul asked as his nose extended eight inches. "Oh, David," Lydia said, returning with her cleaning bucket and scrub brush. "Now you've made him a freak." "Like he wasn't before?" "Well, more of a freak." There was a knock at the door. David sighed. "Mom, could you get that? I should get Muffy here out of sight." "Sure, sweetie." David patted his thigh. "C'mon, Muffy. Let's go back to the bedroom. I'll let you get Katie warmed up for me." Paul trotted up the hall with David. Lydia opened the door to a woman in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length black hair, wearing a cream-colored skirt and jacket. "Hello," the woman smiled. "My name is Doctor Mulholland. I teach English at the college. I believe your son is in one of my classes." "Hello," Lydia smiled back. "Do professors make house calls nowadays?" "Oh, no. Not really. But David is a good student, and I don't want him to fall behind in his lessons. So I brought them by." "Please step inside. David's in the back, humping his girlfriend Katie. Why don't you tell me the assignments and I'll pass them on." Professor Mulholland would have been stunned that a mother would be so open about her son's sex life, except that she was stunned by the scent coming from Lydia's hair. "Excuse me?" Lydia giggled as Professor Mulholland stepped close and pulled several strands of Lydia's hair to her nose to smell. "This is ... uhm ... WHAT are you using on your hair?!" "Oh, nothing special. You think it smells nice?" "Nice?! It's just ... OHGOD! Mmmmm!" Lydia realized the other woman had put some of the hair in her mouth and was licking it. "Uhm, excuse me," Lydia tried to step away, feeling uncomfortable now. "No! Please don't ... don't take it away ... MMMMMMM ...." "Lady! PLEASE don't chew my hair!" "I'm not ... mmmmmm ... chewing. I'm sucking. You have ... something on it ... mmmmm .... "Look! This isn't--!" "Here!" Professor Mulholland opened her purse, fumbling, and pulled out several bills. "I have five hundred dollars." She pressed them into Lydia's hand. "They're yours! Just let me keep ... mmmmmm .... smelling ...." Frowning at the woman's strange behavior, Lydia stood still to let her smell another minute. The professor's purse dropped to the ground as she stuffed more hair in her mouth, licking and sucking. "Okay, that's about ... ow ... enough," Lydia said finally. "No, please! Wait! I have more money!" Professor Mulholland squatted to retrieve her purse, but gasped and pulled up the front of Lydia's skirt and apron. "What IS that?!" she asked as she tried to press her face to the other woman's retreating crotch. "Lady! You're scaring me!" "Please! Please!" Professor Mulholland dumped her purse on the floor and pulled out her checkbook. "I have more money. Please!" She started scribbling. "I have six thousand dollars in the bank. It's all yours." She held out the check. "Just let me ...." She knee-walked forward and tried to press her face to pussy, "... let me SMELL! PLEASE!" Lydia slapped the other woman's reaching hands away. "I'll LET you smell, BUT ... you have to BEHAVE yourself!" "Yes! Yes! Anything! Please let me smell!" "Clasp your hands behind your back first. I don't trust you. Now keep them that way." She stepped toward the professor, who buried her nose at Lydia's tattered panties. Within a half minute, the professor's tongue came out. Lydia wasn't sure about that at first, but the more the tongue worked at her clit, the more she was okay with it. Another minute later, the professor unclasped her hands and reached up to grab Lydia's butt cheeks to more firmly press face to puss. Another half minute later, the professor's fingers began playing with Lydia's anus. Lydia gasped and raised her brows, but again found herself becoming more okay with that as the moments passed. "God! ... mmmmph! ... you ... mmmmm! ... smell GOOD! And taste ... mmmmm ...." "Aaah! ... My! Ah! ... Yes! Right there!" Lydia opened her eyes to see her son standing at the end of the hallway, watching her. Blushing, she shrugged. "Sex is okay now." Sheepish grin. "But with my professor, Mom?! How did you STAND being a prude before, Mom?! I make sex okay and you turn into one steaming, lusting fuck bunny!" Lydia shrugged and blushed again. What could she say? Professor Mulholland pulled her face back from the crotch that was nearly licked clean of goodie and realized that her student was watching her eat out his mother. "Uhm, hi, David." She waved feebly, then pulled her hair out of her face and back behind her ear. "Professor, were you eating out my mom?!" "No!" Professor Mulholland saw that David had a towel wrapped around his waist and over a broomstick or something that he was holding underneath. "David, this probably looks like ... uhm ... I don't know what ... I, uhm ...." "You want more?" "More, uhm, what?" "Mom's hair treatment." "You have MORE?! WHERE?! Yes! Please!" "What will you give me for it?" Professor Mulholland turned to her purse and remembered she had already given all her money to David's mom. And drained her bank account. She turned back to David, unsure. "I will give you an 'A'. You don't even have to SHOW UP for another class, and I will guarantee you an 'A', David!" "Mmmm ... nah." "My car!" She snatched her keys from her purse contents pile on the floor. "You can HAVE my car!" "Mmmm ... nah." "Then WHAT?! What do you WANT?!" "Come give me a kiss, professor." Professor Mulholland stood and stepped toward him, but then hesitated. "David, I-- we-- I'm your professor, David. We can't just-- " David took his hand off that broomstick under his blanket and held it out. That SCENT! She snatched his hand and eagerly licked the pearly liquid off his finger, then pressed her lips hard to his, her tongue entering his mouth to dance. "You like teacher's mouth, David?" she gasped when she broke for air. "Give me some more juice and we can neck ... yeah, we can neck every time you get me some!" David looked like he was considering it. "Mmmmm ...." "And pet! You can PET me! I'll even unbutton my blouse, though my bra and panties have to stay on. But we can pet. Don't you want to do that? Every schoolboy wants to neck with his teacher and pet her boobs!" "Mmmm ...." "Ohgod, David! I will even SUCK you, okay?! You can put your THING in my MOUTH! I'll suck you off, okay? Just let me have more of that juice!" "Take off some of your clothes, Professor. Let me see what I'm purchasing." Professor Mulholland began stripping clothes, and she didn't stop at her underwear .... "Not bad ...," David nodded "And I'm your TEACHER, David, too! Don't forget that! You have the chance to DO your teacher! Oop, that finger just slipped right up inside there, didn't it? Don't you want to follow it, David? Up there inside me? Up teacher's cunt? Just ... give me some more juice!" The Monkey's Penis Ch. 10 Blat! David's blanket launched up to hit the ceiling, revealing his gargantuan cock. "Oh ... my ... GOD!" Professor Mulholland dropped to her knees, leaned to him and began licking! When she had his cock licked clean, his professor crawled over to the blanket to lick the payload out of it. ---------- Katie resented sharing David with Professor Mulholland that night, at least until David fired into the professor's crotch and Katie got to lick the juices out of her. The next morning, David had his mother retrieve the Pink Bandit from her bedroom -- she sure was going through some batteries with el Pinko Bandito lately! -- and inserted it up his girlfriend to keep her quiet while he admired his handiwork. Professor Mulholland was leaning naked against the back of the couch, her legs spread, Paul's vibrating nose up her cunt as his head bobbed to pump her. Lydia was busy cleaning splattered cum off the walls, ceilings and furniture. "Y'know, Paul, if you had a lizard's tongue, you could better service women." "Blease, don't," Paul asked, sounding like he had a cold since his nose was stuffed up a puss. David had made a necklace of the penis so he wouldn't lose it or risk someone else taking it. He removed it and held it forward. "Give Paul a tongue to reach above his nose to lap a woman's clit when his nose is up her cunt. And let it vibrate when he's excited. And ... go ahead and let it excite him to be degraded like this." "Oh!" Mulholland squealed as Paul's nose began vibrating inside her. "Bub bab bu bum bu be?! (What have you done to me?!)" Paul asked, too much tongue in his mouth now. Then his tongue instinctively flicked out to lap around Mulholland's love button. "Wow!" she squealed. David put the penis around his neck again and leaned back. Life was good. Lydia was cleaning the cum coating off the top of the coffee table and bumped David's erection. "Easy, Mom. Don't want to set it off." "Sorry, David. It's just so huge that it's hard to maneuver around. And it's never deflated for more than a minute. But I will be careful." She continued cleaning the table. Mulholland writhed as Paul's facial projections worked on her. David congratulated himself on a clever, useful idea for Paul. Lydia was polishing the coffee table with a rag and backed into her son's erection. "Sorry, Dav-- oooooOOOOOHHH!" She reflexively pressed her ass back against it as she felt it firing. When he was done unloading, Lydia untensed and looked down. All that jism shot up her intestines was distending her belly. "Oh, David! It looks like I'm pregnant or something!" She turned profile and ran her hands over her belly to pose for him. She looked at David, who was holding the penis forward as his own penis re-inflated. "Oh!" Lydia gasped, then realized that she appeared to be not just "showing a little", but nine months pregnant. A little milk leaked out of one boob. He pointed the penis at Professor Mulholland and a moment later, she gasped as her belly and boobs swelled. David shut his eyes a couple moments, then smiled. Within seconds, Katie waddled out with a nine-month belly, abdomen wet with milk leaked from her boobs in excitement. "What the--?!" "All three of you, get dressed. Something that bares the belly. We're going to go have some fun." When they all three came out in bikinis borrowed from Lydia, David's member was down to eighteen inches -- "travel-sized" as he put it. He pulled on some pants, led the three women to the front door, stopped and patted his thigh. "Come on, Muffy! Come on, boy! We're going out!" Paul came forward, half on two legs, half on four. "Babib, bleabh bomb babe be oub libe bibh! (David, please don't take me out like this!)" But David stepped out and Paul followed. Then the three pregnant women, man and half-human thing walked up the block to the bus stop. ---------- (To Be Continued) The Monkey's Penis Ch. 13 David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! 13. Loose Cannons and Loose Ends --- ----- ------- --- ----- ---- By 4:00, the Lyons and Hartcliffe building had already put in a reconciliatory call to their rebellious daughter company across the street. "Hello? Is this Moreno's son?" "This is David." "David, this is Charles Gillespy. We'd like to discuss, uhm ... terms." "Mmmm ... nah." "C'mon! How can these men go home to their wives dressed like ... THIS?!" "Well, maybe it will teach them a lesson." "How can they go home to their daughters?! To their sons? That look up to them?! As role models, David?! How CAN they?!" "Well, you shoulda thought of that before you shot your mouth off to my mother." "How can I play golf in a garter and heels, man?!" David smiled, practically able to see Gillespy, holding the phone in both hands, shouting that last into it, his face purple with impotent rage. "He's up to something, David," Kelsey said again, nodding her head with squinted eyes. "Tell you what, Chuck -- you don't mind if I call you Chuck -- have your surrender party over here by 4:30 and I'll see how generous I can be." "Awright," Gillespy grunted, then hung up. ---------- At 4:30, Gillespy, Bryant, Ashford, Elaine and Min Li were assembled at a conference room in their competitors' building. The men were dressed in just women's lingerie. David entered with his mother, Kelsey, Mulholland, Katie and Paul Before much breathing could be done, he held the penis up and wished, "Let the women in this room be immune to the scent of my cum." Otherwise, it would be hard to get anything done with the writhing female flesh in the room. "Cunt-fuck!" Min Li squealed at her five-minute mark and covered her mouth with her hand. David kept the penis raised for another wish: "Also, let truth be spoken here." "Shit!" Gillespy cursed. David lowered the penis. "I oughtta have you whacked," Gillespy muttered. He realized that he had said it out loud, but he stood there by his words like a soldier. In a garter, hose and bra.. David shrugged. "And I oughtta make your butt crave cock. But ... we'll see how the meeting goes." "I have such a GOOD boy," Lydia muttered her thoughts. "Bitch," Min Li snarled. "I've already sucked twelve guys because of your son!" "Muff ... muff ... muff ... muff ... muff ... muff ...," Paul quietly chanted his thoughts. "Hey, Steve, nice butt," Bryant told Ashford. "Freak!" Ashford said as he stepped away from the freak. "I wish David would be my boyfriend," Kelsey said softly. "This just isn't right," Mulholland shook her head. "Not any of it." "Ohgod, I'm creaming myself again," Elaine complained. And so on. "Before we discuss terms," David tried to focus the meeting. "What were you, Bryant and Ashford meeting about his morning?" "Yeah," Kelsey chimed in, crossing her arms, "What are you UP to?" "Well, we're draining the retirement fund dry," Gillespy said. Dammit, he hadn't meant to reveal that! "And we're going to overthrow Mr Lyons and Mr Hartcliffe and take over the company," Ashford said, then smacked his fist in his palm that he let the secret out. "And I've been humping Gillespy's daughter," Bryant said, "Though I plan on dumping her this week." "What?!" Bryant swallowed hard, then found himself saying, "She has the lips and the suction for great blowjobs, but she's a cold fish at fucking and she's a pushy broad when she's not stripped naked." He clamped his hands over his mouth. "Why, you--?!" Gillespy raised his fist. "Do it! Do it!" Ashford urged him on. "If you're in prison, it won't cost me $20,000 to have you hit!" "You're ... you're going to have me hit?!" "Buttbitch!" Min Li shouted at the five-minute mark. "You were going to have me hit?" Gillespy looked hurt. "Three heads of the company is one head too many." Gillespy frowned. "Not two heads too many?" "I need a scapegoat to take any potential falls. And Bryant's the perfect idiot for that." "Or maybe Gillespy and I will get rid of you, Ashford!" Bryant stepped beside Gillespy. "Won't we, Charles?" "Get your hand off my ass, Bryant!" Gillespy muttered dangerously. "Grouch," Bryant said as he stepped away. "So you were gonna have me hit?!" Gillespy narrowed his eyes to Ashford. "You're like a pit bull, Gillespy. You serve a useful purpose in taking out the enemy, but you're too damn dangerous to keep around permanently. I have no choice but to put you down." Gillespy stepped forward and crouched. "Think you're man enough to take me, Ashford?" "Don't do this, Charles." Gillespy began slowly circling to the right. "You want me to just lay still while you slit my throat, then?" "Would you?" Gillespy leaped for Ashford, and David raised the penis. "Catfight," he declared. The two men found themselves slapping each other and -- egads! -- slowly tearing off each other's lingerie. "David, this is getting ugly," Kelsey observed. "I know. I'm trying to think of an appropriate fate." "You'd better hurry before we have two naked fat guys slapping each other." David grimaced and urged the gears in his brain to turn quicker. He couldn't turn them into real pit bulls -- they'd just tear out each other's throats. He couldn't turn them into girls -- that would just make them more dangerous than ever. At least you can usually see a man coming when he tries to kill you. Maybe some sort of chinese hell .... ---------- Gillespy, Ashford and Bryant found themselves waist-high in water at the bottom of a deep well. "What the fuck?!" Gillespie growled. "I know this one!" Bryant grinned. "I saw it in a move once. We have to all three link arms and put our feet on the wall. Then we slowly walk up the walls, holding ourselves in place by pressing against each other and outwards against the wall." "Chickenshit!" Gillespy growled. "No, he's right, Charles. I saw the same movie." Muttering, Gillespy complied. They each interlocked elbows, then pressed against each other's backs while they extended their feet to press against the walls. Slowly, they walked their way up the shaft. Then someone slipped and they tumbled down, landing on top of each other, each man's prick impaling the ass of the man under him. "GET! ... OFF! ... ME!" Gillespy, who was the bottom man, flailed about, unable to stand it. "You did that on PURPOSE, Bryant!" he jabbed his finger at the other man when all three regained their feet. "Did NOT!" After some bickering, they retreated from each other to the walls, knowing that if any one of them killed another, the remaining two were doomed to stay in the bottom of the well for eternity. An hour later, they tried an ascent again, with the same sandwiched result. Gillespy landed in the middle this time, impaling and getting impaled, and really getting creeped out by it all. A year later, they were still performing their hourly ascent attempt, still resulting in a way-too-intimate sandwich at the bottom every time. ---------- "Drooling pussy slave!" Min Li squealed at the five-minute mark, though she was muffled by Lydia's thighs. David had turned her into his mother's personal pleasure tool, but left the earlier programming intact for grins. The group was relaxing in one of the larger offices at the end of the day. Katie was on her hands and knees, sucking David's cock (David was wearing his 24 inch version now) while Kelsey propped her feet up on her former best friend's back. "Paul, lap Katie," David commanded. "Make her feel good." "Beb buh (yes, sir)," Paul tried to articulate past his long tongue. "David," Professor Mulholland shook her head. "This isn't right. None of this. This is all just ...." "Hold that thought, Prof," David held up an index finger. Katie was writhing as Paul's nose impaled her pussy and his vibrating tongue lapped at her clit. David held up the penis. "Let Paul's chin extend and curve around to vibrate at the anus of the women he pleases." Paul groaned as his chin lengthened and curved up into Katie's ass. She squealed and writhed with renewed ecstasy while Paul continued his duties, looking like one of those crescent moon masks now. "David, this is not right," Professor Mulholland reiterated. "Kelsey?" "Yes, David? Let me help you! I want to stay by your side! Let me help you figure out what to do with Mulholland and with all the other whores! I love you, David! And I love your penis! Both of them!" "Mmmm ... no. I'd rather you be more like Karen here." Karen looked up at her and smiled, jism from earlier ejaculations drying around her mouth. "No, David! No, please! Anything but that! I can help you! I HAVE helped you! DON'T turn me into THAT!" David held up the penis. "Let Kelsey no longer be immune to my scent." Kelsey clamped her lips shut and puffed her cheeks out, holding her breath, eyes wide, pleading. "Oh, don't be like that, sweetie. I just want to pleasure you so much you can't think straight. Like Karen here." Karen was standing now, backing onto David's re-inflated erection Kelsey looked at her former best friend. But she just couldn't ... bring herself to become .... "Look at how happy she is." Indeed, the pleasure of the ages shown from her friend's face. But .... "It's not so bad. Tell her, Karen." "Ohgod, David! Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod!" Karen cried as she came in more waves of ecstasy. "See?" Kelsey swallowed, then exhaled. "That's a good girl." Then she inhaled pure orgasm. "Ohgod, David!" Her eyes rolled back up in her head. "Wanna suck me?" "Oh, YEAH! Baby!" "Hop up, Karen. Let's give Kelsey a suck." David's girlfriend moved to pleasure his rod. Once Kelsey got her rhythm, David turned back to Mulholland. "You were saying something, Professor?" Striking quickly against that which she had been taught was morally horrible, Professor Patricia "Patticakes" Mulholland snatched the dangling penis from David's hand and ran across the room. "Professor! Don't!" She clutched the penis with both hands. "Reverse this! Reverse this all from the beginning! ---------- "Also," Grandpa Schulhauser told Paul while daughter and mother Carol was fingering herself and moaning in ecstasy, "be careful of circles. You don't ever want to let your wishes make the world come back around on itself in a loop. It's a Bad Thing when that happens, so avoid it at all costs. ---------- David managed to open his eyes, awakening from his dream, and looked at the clock: 3:00 AM. Looking out into the hall, he saw light coming from his mother's room, and suddenly wasn't so sure the scream had come from his dream. He got up -- quietly in case it was an intruder -- grabbed the baseball bat he had lying in the corner behind his door and noiselessly hurried to his mother's room. The sheets were flipped back and the bathroom light was on, so he stepped to the doorway of that room. And his jaw dropped. David didn't know his mother was an A cup, he just knew that she was very flat -- she always had been. However, there was at least a D cup set of perky boobs hanging off her chest now, and she was studying them in the mirror. The baseball bat dropped to the floor. "Mom!" Ouroboros --------- Somewhere, echoing in the halls of eternity are the shrill shrieks of a monkey as he commands the newest whore in his harem -- a teacher of language this time; the soft thud as she drops to her knees, presses her face to the floor and raises her tempting ass high in the air for him, begging pathetically; and the ecstatic, unthinking moans he teases from her as he humps her wet throbbing pussy. The monkey gets to keep the wishers when they make the snake bite its tail, you see -- when they make wishes that lead to each other, around in a circle, around and around. The other echo is the snake laughing back at the monkey .... ---------- (Fin) The Monkey's Penis Ch. 9 David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! 9. Nesting In(di)stinct -- ------- ------------ (Author's Note: This chapter IS a little strange, crossing time and space without the usual referents or respect due. If we seem to be popping more levels than we push or mixing stories or levels, it's because we are. What can I say? Faster-than-reality travel is indeed disconcerting and unnerving. Also, there are two daughters involved in this chapter. Note that they are over the age of eighteen. Note that this is fantasy and not reality. If you have trouble understanding either of these points or their implications, do not read this chapter.) "What?" Katie shook her head. A moment ago, she had been tonguing heavenly pecker nectar off Ms Moreno's chest. Now she was in a tall glass cubicle slowly filling with water. Paul was piled naked against the side of the cubicle, pressing his face and hands against the glass, repeating, "But my love! My love!" David stood beside his mother, sporting a four foot erection, looking at Katie. "What? What did you do, David?" David shrugged. "I don't know. I just wished to find out the truth about you and Paul and this object. And suddenly you were in that glass box, with juices gushing out your pussy." Katie looked down and, sure enough, the liquid filling the container was pouring out her vagina. "I don't understand, David." "I don't either. Just tell me the truth, Katie. About you and this object." "Well ...." ---------- I was doing my math homework, getting frustrated because the damn sines and cosines wouldn't behave, when I realized I was standing on Paul's front porch. Most bizarre. So I knocked on his door, intending to ask him how I'd gotten there. Paul answered the door carrying that item you have in your hand there, David. He raised his brows and asked, "What are you doing here?" "I have no idea, Paul." "You've come to steal my penis, haven't you?!" Which was a really odd thing to say. "No, I was just doing my math homework when suddenly your front porch appeared under my feet and your door was in front of me." "Liar," Paul shook the object -- it later turned out to be a mummified penis -- at me. "I was planning on using this later tonight on Ms Moreno, but since you've so kindly volunteered, I think I'll just try it out on you first." He gripped the object in his fist, held it out and shut his eyes. Suddenly, I found myself dressed like a harem girl, a thin purple veil draped in front of my mouth. And I felt like dancing. I HAD to dance. I wanted to dance to engorge hard-ons from all those that looked upon me. I gyrated into his house, and he shut the door behind me. ---------- "I just wished for my very own harem girl, my love," Paul pressed his sad cheek up against the glass prison that held the most important person in the world to him now. ---------- I had no idea that I could undulate like that. Then I backed my backside up to him and jiggled my butt cheeks like jackhammered jello. Then I turned around and swayed my torso with the hypnotic curves of an inquisitive snake. "Wh-why ... why am I doing this?" I asked him. "Because I wish you to, you little whore. I was going to wish Ms Moreno huge extra-sensitive gazongas, but you showed up first, so now you're my lusty little sex-wench." "But, Paul ...," I whined as I undulated to the side and swayed my bosom for him. "You oughtn't to go where you're not supposed to," he said, wagging that penis at me. So I snatched it from him. ---------- "He wished for a harem girl when he should have wished for a slave girl," Lydia pronounced wisely. ---------- "Hey!" Paul complained. "I wish Paul was MY slave. Instead of ME dancing for HIM," I uttered brightly, and suddenly he was kneeling before me, kissing my feet, trying not to swallow any of the harem girl bells on my toes. "Oh, this is NEAT!" I giggled. "Please, my love, let me serve you." "Tell me what's going on." "Anything but that, my love. For I have sworn to another that-- " "Paul! Tell me!" "I cannot." I held up the mummified penis, though I still did not know that was what it was. "I wish that you had no choice but to tell me." Suddenly, Paul was hunched over on the floor in front of me, naked, sporting a long erection that reached up to and just inside his mouth. "Phleath! Ghathie! Thonth!" How bizarre! "Take your cock out of your mouth when you talk, Paul." Holding onto it with both hands, Paul took his head of of his mouth. "Please," his voice trembled, "... please ... if this thing goes off in my mouth, it will blow my brains out the back of my head!" Then he stuck the tip back in his mouth and looked up at me pathetically. Okay. "Just tell me what's going on, Paul." He took the cockhead out of his mouth again and swallowed hard. "Well ...." ---------- It's a penis. A marvelous, magical, mummified penis, my love. I first learned of the artifact the day after my eighteenth birthday. My grandfather had come to visit my parents and me to celebrate my coming of age. My mother had prepared a sumptuous feast that the four of us partook of. Afterward she brought out my birthday cake, with nine candles across top and nine candles across the bottom. "Paulie," my grandfather told me before we cut the first slice, "Tomorrow, I have a rare and wonderful thing to show you, a true treasure of the ages. But you'll need to forgive me if I delay your gift until tomorrow. Tonight I need to get reacquainted with your mother." Mom frowned, puzzled. Then she and my father exchanged a look: perhaps the old guy is starting to lose it. My father made a joke about her being a wife now, and no longer a daughter, and grandpa had better stop flirting with his wife. Everyone laughed and we cut into the cake. It was delicious. My mom has always been a good cook. "Carol," Grandpa told my mom, "You have simply outdone yourself. But you always have been an overachiever. How can I ever thank you for such a wonderful meal?" He stood, unzipped and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, then began removing his shirt. "Perhaps a nice juicy suck on my cock?" Mom and Dad exchanged a wide-eyed look, aghast. The old man HAD lost his mind! HOW were they going to come up with the money to keep him in a home?! Grandpa fished in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a stick. "Ohmigod!" Mom gasped. "Remember this, baby cheeks?" "Ohmigod! I had FORGOTTEN about that thing!" "What? What IS it, Carol?" Dad asked, bewildered by her behavior. "Get OUT! Get that thing OUT of my house NOW! And you too, you evil old man! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" "Carol," Dad soothed, "Calm down. Don't get so-- " "Shut UP, James! I want that thing OUT of my house!" Mom was shrieking hysterically. "She'll be okay in a minute, James," Grandpa told my Dad, holding the stick out. "By the way, James, have you ever considered what motivates a cross-dresser?" "Hungh? I ... well ... hmmm. I guess that he needs to ... I ... I'll ... be right back. "You do that, James." "JAMES! Don't LEAVE me!" Mom shrieked as Dad walked out of the kitchen. Grandpa held the stick toward Mom. "Easy, punkin." Mom looked like she'd just been sedated. "See?" Grandpa asked me. "She's not REALLY so upset. She just forgot how good it feels, Didn't you, punkin?" "Daddy?" Grandpa shut his eyes for a moment, concentrating, then sat down, naked. I hadn't noticed it before, but his hard-on had to be at least eighteen inches long! "C'm'here, sweetie-tits, and sit on Daddy's lap." Slowly, shyly, Mom walked up to Grandpa and sat on his knee. "There we go, little pussy-twat. Remember all the good times we used to have together?" Mom smiled then and reached for Grandpa's erection, moving it around like a stickshift while she giggled. "Yeeeaaahhhh ...." "Hand me a piece of that cake, son," Grandpa told me as he loosened the waist of Mom's blouse. I cut another slice, set it on a saucer, then turned to Grandpa. He had his hand up the front of Mom's shirt, squeezing a boob while she sighed deeply. "Braless," he cackled. "You remembered how I like you!" "Yes, Daddy," she gave a shy smile. "I did." Grandpa grabbed the knob of his own rod. "Well, I remembered that you like to ride the big ones." "Yes, Daddy," Mom hugged him, then started kissing his neck. Grandpa unbuttoned Mom's blouse and pulled it back to reveal that she really had been walking around braless tonight! I never would have imagined that of my mother! "Thanks, Paulie," Grandpa told me as he pinched the icing off he top of her cake slice I was holding out to him, then spread it all over Mom's boob. God, her nipples were poking out as she moaned and giggled! "I'm gonna want to lick you clean later, honey cunt." "Oh, Daddy," Mom giggled, laying a hand tenderly on her father's chest. "Sweetie, do you have any high heels for larger shoe sizes?" Dad asked as he re-entered the kitchen. I looked up at him, and ... Good God! ... he had on a garter belt and black hose, runs all through them where he had stretched them too wide over his thick thighs. Crimson lipstick glowed from his lips and from his ... egads! ... nipples. A purple ribbon was used to choke off the base of his penis, and clothespins angrily lined its length. "Jack! You whoring slut! You look positively hideous," Mom giggled. "No," Dad stuck his lip out to pout, then tossed his head to accent the lovely mane that he simply did not have. "I am ... beautiful. And you are ... simply jealous!" "D'ya ever wonder," Grandpa asked him, "How any self-respecting male could ever cum from having a high heel wriggled around inside his anus?" Dad frowned, then wagged a finger at Grandpa. "That ... that sounds absolutely delightful!" He exited the kitchen again to Grandpa's chuckle and Mom's giggles. "I'm sure this all looks strange to you right now, Paulie. But it will all make sense after I explain it to you in the morning. Tonight, though, I need to make deposits into several of your mother's orifices." Giggling and smiling, Mom followed Grandpa back to the bedroom. I walked into the den, stunned, and sat in a chair. Wow! A few minutes later, Dad wandered out, got on his hands and knees -- he had drawn red circles in lipstick around his ass to form a bullseye! -- and reached behind to pump a high heel in and out of his rectum. "Good God, Dad! Do that in PRIVATE!" "You're right, son." Dad stood, walked to the closet and stepped inside. Soon there were gasping moans coming from the closet. I walked back to listen at the bedroom door instead. I couldn't believe that Mom was in there ... snuggling? ... french kissing? ... petting? ... fucking? ... gasping as she blew her brains out with sex? ... with Grandpa. I could hear her screams through the door. "Ohgod, Daddy! No! Not there! ... not-- ... oh YES! YES! Oh FUCK!" Wow! Mom was being SUCH a slut! I walked back to my bedroom to masturbate. ---------- BLAM! I had seen Paul's pecker start to twitch, but the sheer volume of that massive cannon firing startled me. "Paul?" I looked, and there was a hole in the ceiling in the kitchen corner, cum starting to ooze down from it. "That ... that could have been my head, Katie!" His erection was already nearly re-inflated and nearly ready to fire again -- a semiautomatic, I guessed. "Put the end back in your mouth while I think," I told him." "But, Katie! I-- mmphmmth! Wthiph th rroth oph arrmm?!" "Hush, Paul." "Mmmph!" Was he being defiant? Dare he?! I bent over and yanked up my tiny dancer's top to flash him. His eyes widened in fear as his cock swelled. But it didn't go off again, to his relief. "Now be quiet," I warned him. ---------- "She's quite the little bitch, isn't she, David," Mom commented. "Release my love!" Paul whined from the floor. "Please!" The liquid had filled the cubicle up to Katie's waist. "Let her drown," Mom made her opinion known, "In her own juices." "Just continue the story, Katie." ---------- "Okay, Paul. This thing seems to be some type of wish-granter. And your grandfather used it on your mother." Paul nodded, eyes wide, as his mouth was filled with a fearful weapon that could go off again at any time. "And you were going to use this thing on me! You DID use this thing on me!" "Phlth rrrthie!" "Okay. Take your cock out of your mouth and finish your story. But you better not piss me off, or I'll have you put it back in your mouth and stroke." ---------- I woke when the bedroom door opened at 2:00. Mom stepped out and walked quickly up the hall. I got up and followed her to the kitchen. "Mom?" "Go back to your bedroom, Paul. Momma's busy." She lit a burner on the stove. "What are you doing, Mom?" "This thing has GOT to be destroyed!" She had grandpa's stick! I snatched it from her hand. "Mom! No!" "Paul! Give me that!" "It's Grandpa's!" "It's evil!" "You can't take it. It's Grandpa's!" She snatched at it, but I held her back. "I wish you'd calm down and tell me what it is about this thing." "I ... uhm ...." Mom walked over and sat down in a chair. "I ... can't, Paul. It's too embarrassing." "C'mon, Mom. What could make you steal something of Grandpa's and try to destroy it?" I turned off the burner she had lit. "Paul, I just can't tell those things to you." "You have always done this, Mom. You clam up and then won't tell me stuff. I wish you HAD to tell me!" Suddenly, she stood, cast off her robe, stepped away from the table, spread her arms and legs, and stood there, naked, a slow drip coming from between her legs, wetting the floor. "OhGOD, Paul! What have you done now?!" The tone in her voice scared me. "What?! What have I done?!" "You've loosened my brain! That's not lubricant leaking out onto the floor, Paul, that's spinal fluid! And I need to tell you about the penis before my brain slides down my spine, then squips out on the floor, leaving me just a brainless, sex-starved whore!" "Mom?! What?!" "Hush, Paul. I need to tell you about the penis." "Yes, ma'am." "Well ...." ---------- I was eighteen. Your aunt Elizabeth was twenty. Daddy had gotten hyped up about one of those yoga fads in the mid '70s and had spent two weeks away at a retreat. Lizzie and I made a big dinner to celebrate his return home. Since Mom had passed away ten years before, the three of us had been a close-knit family and my sister and I, even though we were adults, had missed Daddy while he was gone. When he got home, Lizzie and I were still preparing the meal. I remember that while he told us about the retreat,. he would keep reaching into his pocket and shutting his eyes for a few seconds, then he would continue talking. Lizzie complained that it was hot in the kitchen with all that food cooking. Daddy started to tell her about how hot it had been at the retreat, then reached in his pocket and shut his eyes while he paused. Then he started talking about how humid it had been there too. Lizzie fanned herself and declared that she was still hot. Then she just ... slid her skirt right off and stood there, smiling, in her panties and blouse. "Much better!" she smiled. "Lizzie!" I gasped. "You can't stand around like that! You're half naked!" I looked to Daddy, waiting for him to order her to pull her skirt back on to preserve her modesty. He stuck his hand in his pocket and shut his eyes. I assumed he was composing the words to chastise her. He opened his eyes and smiled. "It's not so bad for your sister to run around in her panties, now is it, Carol?" "No ...," came out of my dry mouth, "No, I guess not, Daddy." I smiled. "I'm just being an old prude, aren't I?" "In fact, it IS rather hot in here. Why don't you take your skirt off too?" "NO, I don't THINK so, Daddy!" What a weird thing for him to ask! I stepped to the stove to stir the beans and make sure the potatoes weren't boiling over, then took my seat again. Daddy talked a little about how meager the meals were, reached in his pocket and shut his eyes, then started talking about all the flavors of teas they had. "Well," I stood, "I gotta go piss before I make a puddle on the floor!" "Carol?!" Lizzie gasped. "Your language!" "Oops!" I held my fingers to my lips and giggled. "Sorry!" Then I trotted back to the toilet. I removed my skirt, slid my panties down and released my bladder. Pulling my panties back up, I headed back to the kitchen to hear more of Daddy's adventures. When I entered the room, Daddy and Lizzie jumped, startled, and it looked like Daddy was removing his hand from inside the back of Lizzie's panties. My brow furrowed. That was impossible to even think of! Daddy would NEVER do something so improper as to touch Lizzie's behind! "He, he," Lizzie twittered, her face dark red and hot. "We ... uhm ... you see ... well, YOU look a lot cooler!" I shook my head, not understanding what she meant. She pointed at my lower half. "Looks like you got hot. You took off your skirt too." I looked down, and, sure enough, I just had on my panties below my waist. "Well, I guess I did." I apparently had forgotten to put them back on after peeing. "No matter," Daddy said. "It looks much more comfortable." "It is," I smiled, then stepped over to stir the beans. Daddy went on about the postures and stretches they demonstrated at the retreat. "I'm still hot," Lizzie complained. "Well, you're NOT taking off your blouse," I informed her. "Why not? It's just the three of us here." "Lizzie! That wouldn't be PROPER! DADDY's here!" "Yes? And?" "And it wouldn't be proper." Daddy reached into his pocket again before talking about some of the breathing exercises. Listening to his exciting stories of how to collect prana, I walked over and stirred the beans. Scooping out a half spoonful, I walked over to Daddy. "What do you think?" I asked. "Are the spices okay? Too hot? Too sweet? I-- oops!" I spilled some of the bean gravy on the thigh of Daddy's pants. "Oh! I am SO sorry, Daddy!" I set the spoon of beans on the table. Unbuttoning my blouse, I sank to my knees, then removed the garment and began blotting Daddy's thigh with it, trying to mop up the gravy before it stained his pants. I looked up to see Daddy's eyes staring at my bra-covered chest. That was unusual -- Daddy didn't normally ogle my bra-covered boobs. But, then, Daddy wasn't normally shown my bra-covered boobs. But I didn't have time to address that. "This stain isn't coming out, Daddy. Take off your pants. I need to go get them soaking in detergent." The Monkey's Penis Ch. 9 Daddy stood and removed his pants, which I took. Both Lizzie and I stood there in awe, our jaws hanging open. Daddy had a BULGE in his undershorts! A HUGE bulge. My brain wouldn't even work out what it MEANT, that he was standing here with his two daughters in ... THAT condition! "If you two ladies stare any harder, you're going to have to kiss it." Both Lizzie and I immediately cast our eyes away. "I ... uhm ... ehr ... I need to get these pants soaking." "Hold on," Daddy said, taking the pants back from me. He pulled what looked like a stick with a knob at one end out of the pocket, then handed them back to me. I walked the pants back to the washing machine, unable to get Daddy's ... erection out of my mind! That ... bulge! That BIG ... bulge! I poured some detergent on the spot, accidentally spilling too much on it. Rubbing the soap into the stain, I realized I was close to panting! That ... protrusion! Could we be getting daddy ... hard? No! I couldn't even think of that! I walked back to the kitchen and saw that Lizzie had removed her blouse and was in just her panties and bra now. "Lizzie!" I frowned. "Well, I'm hot," she stuck her lip out. "Reeeeeaaally hot! Sizzling, even. Steaming. And if you can do it, so can I." She was right, I guessed. I was in my bra and panties too. Still ... it just didn't seem right. Especially with Daddy so ... bulged like that! I checked the potatoes, then sat and listened to Daddy talk about ethical virtues that they taught at the retreat. While he did, I studied his crotch. That bulge was ... enormous! It was just so .... Daddy was staring at me, and I realized I had been licking my lips.. "Having trouble paying attention, Carol?" he smirked. "N-no. I was just ... you were saying something about ethics." "Well," he yawned before continuing. "I'm finally home. I'm going to get comfortable." He stood and removed his shirt. Lizzie and I both sat there, mesmerized, slack-jawed, unable to tear our eyes away from that flagpole poking out in front of him. "Well," Daddy said, shifting his hips from side to side, and smiling as our eyes automatically followed his crotch, "That feels a lot better. How about you, Lizzie? Wouldn't you feel better ... unfettered ... by that bra?" Lizzie shook her head and focused on what he had just said to her. "Oh, no, I ... couldn't." "Oh, come on. You would feel so much freer." "No, Daddy. Certainly not! Stripping to just my panties and bra is one thing, but to just let my boobs hang out like so much meat -- that just wouldn't be appropriate, Daddy!" Daddy reached for the stick he had taken from his pants pocket and set on the table. "Hmmm ... I said, Lizzie, wouldn't you feel better unfettered by that tight, constricting bra?" He opened his eyes and smiled. The relief that showed on Lizzie's face was like that of a patient whose "six months left to live" turns out to be a misdiagnosis. It was okay! What Daddy was saying was okay! She reached behind, smiling softly, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. "Lizzie?" I shrieked. "What are you DOING?!" "What bout you?" Daddy smiled at me. "Wouldn't you feel better without that tight ... binding ... bra?" "No! Certainly NOT! And Lizzie has to put hers back on NOW!" "It's okay, Carol," Lizzie smiled sweetly. "It DOES feel MUCH better." She looked to Daddy and made eyes. "Much better!" "NO!!" Daddy was holding that stick out again. "Think about it again, Carol. Wouldn't it feel much nicer without that binding chest strap?" Was he CRAZY?! I opened my mouth and .... ... and .... ... and it really wasn't all THAT bad to walk around bare-breasted. Especially if Daddy was running around without a shirt. And with that magnificent bulge. "O ... kay." I reached behind and unsnapped my bra, then let it fall to the floor. Wow! It really DID feel freer! My boobs could BREATHE now! "Better?" Daddy asked. "Better!" I agreed, smiling. The freedom was a relief. Daddy held his stick and shut his eyes again. He was DOING something with that stick, I realized. He had held it and made it okay for my tits to hang out, even though it hadn't been okay before. It was like he was using the stick to reach in and CHANGE Lizzie and me, to FIX us! Like we had no choice, that he could just MAKE us-- Daddy opened his eyes and smiled. "Carol!" Lizzie pointed. "Your panties are stained all WET in front!" she smirked. "You're EXCITED! You NASTY girl!" I looked down, and she was right. The crotch of my panties was soaked. And she was right about me being excited, too. Thinking about ... daddy ... MAKING us ... LIKE things ... just ... shit! I just juiced myself again! "Well," Daddy clapped his hands. "I think it's time for dinner. And Carol?" "Yes, Daddy?" "During dinner, you need to keep your mind on the meal and not on Daddy's pecker. Understood?" I swallowed hard. "Y-Yes, sir." We set the food on the table, and Lizzie and I both had the experience of having our boobs bare-naked at the dinner table for the first time in our lives. I was worried that my nipples were so perked up that it was obvious to the other two how sexually excited I was, but then I noticed that Lizzie's were even more perked up than mine! They were SO perked up that I was surprised her eyes weren't glazed over with lust. While I was busy ... musing ... about ... places ... that I could put the carrots if I were only alone, Daddy reached for the stick and concentrated. The table rose on his end. "Sorry, girls," he smiled, then wriggled his hips, and the table slipped back down. "There doesn't seem to be enough room under the table for Daddy's hard-on." He stood then to carry his plate to the sink, and the head of his erection was in front of his knee, held there where it had burst out of the leg hole of his underwear. Lizzie looked ready to crawl over the table after it, voraciously. When he came back and sat, it had repositioned and stood up straight now, six inches above the table top, like some flesh-colored periscope, eyeballing Lizzie and me. "Daddy ...," I breathed. "You're ... doing ... things, aren't you?" "Why, what do you mean, snookums?" "Daddy ... you're doing things ... TO us ... Lizzie and I ... we're sitting here, having dinner with you ... with our boobs exposed ... and the crotches of our panties soaked ... and these things didn't used to be okay ... but now they ARE okay. Every time you hold that stick and shut your eyes, more things become ... okay." "Don't they though?" he grinned. "Why don't you wash the dishes, Carol, while Lizzie and I go make a few more things okay." "Daddy, we can't DO these things! You can't make us ... okay ... with things like this!" Her father, though, was holding the stick out again. "Let me ... just ... get the dishes for you ...." "That's my sweetie. C'mon, Lizzie." She giggled as he led her by the hand to the other room. I finished the dishes, then swallowed hard. Should I ... join them ... in the other room? I shuddered to think what my father might make me do next ... but then what was he making Lizzie do right now ...? I had to see .... Stepping quietly into the other room, I gazed upon .... Lizzie was hunched over, on her knees, face pressed to the floor, ass bouncing high in the air while Daddy grunted behind her, thrusting into her pelvis to the same rhythm as her grunts and moans. "Ohgod!" I gasped. "Hi, candy twat," Daddy grinned between grunts. Lizzie was too lost in ecstasy to respond. I felt ... something ... but refused to believe that it was envy. "Daddy ... you can't DO these things! They're not right! Here I am, standing here in just my panties, my boobs exposed for you," a shiver ran through me, "For your PLEASURE! Daddy! I can't even think straight enough to CHASTISE you! What have you DONE to us?!" "Oh, angel, you're Daddy's two little fuck-toys now." "Noooooo ...." I fled from the room. Daddy finished riding Lizzie, then left her on the floor in an orgasmic coma, twitching occasionally with an ecstatic ripple. He stepped into the kitchen. I had stripped out of my soaked panties and was laying, spread, on the table, fingers moving in my cunt. "Ogod, Daddy ... I NEED you!" I moaned. "You need me to what?" he taunted me. I pulled my two fingers out of my pussy. "I need you in here, Daddy," I whined. "Sugar pie, all of Daddy won't fit in there." "Your COCK, Daddy!" I snapped, the yearning unbearable. "I need your COCK in here!" "Sweetie, I don't know. That just wouldn't be right." "FUCK right, Daddy! I NEED you! Now!" "Are you sure?" "DADDY!" My thighs spasmed, and I gasped as I felt him part my pussy lips with his cock. As he began stroking in and out, lust hammered at my brain, and I made little nonsense mewling sounds. Well before he came, I lost consciousness in an orgasmic abyss. When I awoke, I was still spread out upon the table, Daddy's cum leaking out my pussy. What had he done ...?! Standing, not giving a second thought to my nakedness, I went looking for Daddy. He was in the den, leaning back in a chair while Lizzie's head bobbed on his erection. "Daddy ... you've sprayed seed ... all inside my womb." "It's okay, sugar boobs," Daddy sighed. "You forgot about the penis." "The penis?" I frowned, not understanding. Daddy waved toward the stick he had been using earlier to make Lizzie and me more ... compliant. "It'll fix any of your pregnancy problems." I picked the stick -- the penis, I guessed -- up off the coffee table and pointed it at Daddy. "How does this thing work, Daddy?" Daddy quickly pulled Lizzie's head from his crotch and stood. "Hand that thing to Daddy, sweetie." Lizzie whined and tried to impale her face on his rod again, but Daddy pushed her away. "You use this to ... change ... things, don't you, Daddy?" "Sweetie, give the penis to Daddy. Before you do something you'll regret." I pointed the penis at him. "I wish you'd tell me how this thing works." "I ... I can't, honey." I pointed it again. "I wish you HAD to tell me how it works!" "Grrrkh!" Daddy clenched his fists as his erection shrank down to nothing, then a small hole appeared at his crotch. "Please ... Carol ...." Daddy gasped through clenched teeth. He was in obvious agony. "What?! What IS it, Daddy?! What happened?!" "Oooooowww-ow-ooww! ... my erection ... you've turned it ... inside out ...!" "Inside out?" "Ooh! Ow! Yeah! Instead of sticking out ... it's sticking in .. and it hurts ... a LOT!" "Oooh, poor Daddy. So you mean, if I do this and turn you on," I stuck two fingers up my pussy, "That will ...." "OOWW! Oh! Ow! OW!" "... get a little harder and get a little longer ... on the inside ... and hurt a little more?" "Ohgod, yes! DON'T! Don't excite me! Please!" "Oh," I smiled like a cat that no longer hungers for a canary. "Then I guess I really shouldn't do ..." I turned around and cocked out my ass, "this." Smiling, I let the tip of my index finger slip inside my sphincter. "Oh! OW! Please! It hurts! You're tearing me up inside! I just felt a kidney move out of the way!" I turned around, puzzled. I left the tip of my index finger in my ass, as it really didn't feel too bad there. "A kidney move?" "Ohgod, yes! It really is poking up inside me now! If it hits my diaphragm or my heart, it may kill me!" "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. What c-- " "Ow! Oh! Ow!" "Daddy?!" "Hush! I need to tell you about the penis! You made that wish!" I was quiet and Daddy spoke of monkeys and penises and yogis and temples .... ---------- "Whoa! Cool!" I told my mother. "Is this for real?!" ---------- "Wow! Amazing!" I told Paul. "What possibilities!" ---------- "Awesome!" David told Katie. "What power! No wonder you turned into such a bitch about it!" ---------- "Daddy, this is incredible!" "It's all true, Carol. That's the story of the mummified monkey's penis." Having told me the truth and completed the wish, the hole in Daddy's crotch filled in, then his inverted penis reverted and started inflating like those balloons magicians shape into dachshunds until he was normal again. Or oversized normal again. "But there are ... so many ...." "Give the penis back to Daddy, honey." "But you'll just use it to make Lizzie and me loose and horny. And soft in the head." "You can trust me, honey," Daddy put on a sincere smile. "But you'll just ... make us walk around ... naked! And let you put ... things ... places!" I gasped. My mind was just filled with things too unbelievable to speak of. "Are those really such bad things, honey? Trust Daddy." I swallowed hard, finding my mouth very dry. "If you ... if you promise to be a good boy, Daddy." "Of course I do, Carol." A flash glinted off his front tooth. "And to behave yourself, Daddy." "I ALWAYS behave myself, sugar dumpling." "O..." I handed Daddy the penis, "...kay." "Thanks, dollbaby." Daddy pointed the penis at me and shut his eyes. I soon had my face pressed to the floor, my ass high in the air as Daddy pumped me. "DO her, Daddy! DO the little bitch!" Lizzie said from the sidelines. "Enjoying yourself, punkin?" Daddy asked me. "Ohgod, yeah!" I gasped in between pumps. "Daddy LOVES his two little girls." ---------- "Oh, SHIT, Paul!" a sudden glob of juice fell from Mom's pussy and splashed on the floor. Her leg twitched, and she brought her fingers to her cunt. "Ohgod! I am sooooo hooo-oo-orny!" "Mom?!" Her eyes opened, and she leered at me, eyes filled with lust. "Yes ... baby?" she breathed. "What just happened, Mom?" "My brain just slipped partway down my spine, honey. And now my body's free to juice up, thinking about Daddy ... thinking about you ... do you want to come touch Mommy's fur, sweetie? Her wet fur? Come pet me ... please ...." "Maybe you'd better let her finish her story, Paul." This was Grandpa, who had just stepped into the kitchen. "If her brain leaks all the way out, her spine, she'll be nothing more than an empty-headed lusty sex doll forever. And you'd probably prefer for her to cook and clean occasionally for you." I was staring at Mom opening frigging herself. "Wh-whatever you say, Grandpa." "Finish your story, snookums," he told her. ---------- O ... kay. Well, things were heavenly for a while. With the help of the penis, the three of us coupled with each other one or two dozen times a day. We were in a horny little paradise. After a year, though, Daddy decided that it wasn't good for us to continue as we had been. He thought that Lizzie and I should continue with our own lives and just use the penis occasionally. He said that the penis should be a brief detour for our lives and not a derailment. He started sending Lizzie and I out each day, looking for suitable husbands. It took me a month to find James. Lizzie took six weeks to choose Stanley. Daddy used the penis and both our men fell head over heels in love with us. Soon we were married. I ... I ... ohgod! I am SO horny! What? Yes, you're right, Daddy. I need to finish my story before my brain slips out and I'm permanently horny. Well, then Daddy wants us to NOT FUCK HIM! Can you believe THAT?! We'd all three pleasured each other for over a year, and then he actually wanted us to stop and only fuck our husbands! Let me tell you, Lizzie and I had a row with him over that! So he uses the penis to make us forget about the penis. That worked for about six months. But then I'm sitting there, running through some memories, and I recall that Daddy used to make things ... okay. I don't remember how he did it, but he used to make all kinds of things okay. I called Lizzie and she started remembering too. We both drove to Daddy's house to confront him about it and he just sighed. Well-- Oh, SHIT! Ohgod! Oh! YEAH! Yeah, there's more water on the floor. Yeah, you're right, Daddy. I think more of my brain did just slip out. OhGOD, I'm hooo-oo-oorny! No, I don't know if I CAN continue. Okay. So then Daddy makes us afraid of the penis. Horribly afraid so that if we started getting memories near it, we'd be too afraid to finish remembering. And then I had you, Paul, and I never remembered that wonderful penis. And even if I started to, I was too afraid to finish remembering. ---------- When she got to that point in her story, Mom kept fingering herself, but she stopped leaking -- or at least she slowed down leaking enough that you could tell it was normal sex juices and not spinal fluid. I asked Grandpa, to be sure that Mom wouldn't be just a lust-crazed sex whore for the rest of her life, and he said he was sure, that the penis didn't work like that. He told me some more about the penis -- ways to use it, things to watch out for, wishes to avoid because they wind up going wrong and being more trouble than they're worth. Then he told me that he wasn't leaving the penis with me yet. He was going to keep it a while longer, but I would inherit it when he passed away, and he wanted to make sure that I would and could use it wisely. I asked why he didn't' just wish to not die, and he said that was another of those wishes that can't help but to go wrong. He'd had a full life, he said, and I'd be getting the penis in the next couple years. We went to bed then, though it was hard to sleep that night. The next morning we got up and got dressed. What happened last night didn't seem to fit in with the rest of reality -- it seemed more like a dream than like something that had really happened last night. I hugged Grandpa and thanked him for everything. Mom hugged him and told him she was going to miss him. Grandpa opened the closet door, and Dad stopped pumping that nasty-smelling shoe in and out his ass long enough to wish Grandpa well. "One last thing you might want to pay attention to, lad," Grandpa told me, then unzipped and whipped out his schlong. Mom whimpered, dropped to her knees and sucked him off vigorously for a couple minutes until he squirted her in the face. Then Mom used her fingers to wipe and eat all the cream. "You always were the best suck I ever had, Carol," he said, zipping. "Live well, you two." Then he was gone. Mom fixed a cup of coffee, then she and I sat at the kitchen table in silence a couple minutes. Finally she spoke, "Paul, some ... things ... happened last night and this morning." "I know," I sighed. I had known this would be coming. "These were special circumstances. And nothing like this can ever happen again. I understand." "It certainly can NOT, young man! Not ever again." After a moment, she swallowed hard. "And ... and you had BETTER not MAKE me, young man." I looked at her. She licked her lips. As she reached for her coffee cup, I saw that her hand was trembling slightly. After her sip, she set the cup down and breathed in deeply. "I said ... you had BETTER not MAKE me, young man." "Make you?" What was she talking about? "Mm-hmm. You had just BETTER not. Don't even THINK about doing that!" My brow furrowed. How ... how would I make her? Mom sighed. "You'd BETTER not whip out your penis and expect to command me to suck it like I did for your grandfather." "Whip ... out ...?" Mom rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Paul! You're a bright boy. It's a hunger he left in me! If you whip out your cock, I'll do ANYTHING for you! ANYTHING! Now you had just BETTER not think you can pull that on me, young man!" She wagged her index finger at me, warning. I raised my brows. Then I stood and unzipped. "Oh ... baby ... noooo ...," Mom sighed sweetly. "Don't ... MAKE ... me ... DO ... things ...." The Monkey's Penis Ch. 9 I pulled out my pecker, and Mom was on her knees, sucking my cock down her throat before I could even get my hands back out of the way. ---------- So that's the story according to Paul. Last week his grandfather passed away and he cried some, but then today the penis came certified mail. ---------- "Wait a second," Mom whispered to me. "Something weird just happened. Paul was talking, telling us about his grandfather and mother, but then Katie suddenly starts wrapping up the story. What's with that?" "Actually, Katie's been talking the whole time, Mom. She was just telling us what he said to her during her introduction to the penis." "Oh. Still ...." ---------- So I had fun, having Paul fuck his mom, then comparing her to what he imagined I'd be like. She was feeling pretty awful by the time we left." "Cunt," Mom growled. ---------- Oops: need to shift out one more level. "Cunt," Mom growled. Somewhere ... someWHEN ... the cackle of a monkey echoed. ---------- "Okay, let me get this straight, then," David said. "Katie, you wished for Paul to be your slave." Katie swallowed. Her juices had filled the cubicle to the top of her breasts, six inches from her mouth. If it didn't stop soon, she'd drown in her own lubricant. "Y-yes." "But you didn't fuck him." "No." "But you made his mother feel like shit." "Yes." "Cunt," Mom repeated. "What did you wish on me?" "I wished for you to have a huge pleasure tool, then Paul and I rushed right over. I had no idea, though, that I would NEED the juice so badly. Curses! I'd have succeeded in my foul plan if it weren't for that. That and that little doggie of yours too!" "Hey!" Mom shot back. "I am NOT!" "Hush, both of you," David snapped. "Now, how did you change my mom?" "He, he. I made her nipples into 'yes' buttons, so Paul could press them and she'd say, 'Oh, okay. Yes.' And I made her pussy into a 'hell, yes!' button. Or, actually, sort of an anti-button since a pussy is more of a hole than a projection you can push." "Yeah, yeah," David cut her short. "That's about it. I've only had so much time to-- " "A good thing, too, David!" Lydia put in, stepping between David and the glass cubicle. "Do you HEAR what insidious plans she HAD for us?!" "What ... uhm ... plans were those, Mom?" "Why, you just HEARD her! She made Paul's mother feel really bad about herself. And she had the same twisted fate in mind for ME!" "Uhm, yeah. Terrible fate, Mom. Paul!" David turned to him. "Please! Release my love!" David looked at Katie, and, actually, the liquid WAS high enough that she was starting to blow nose bubbles. Sighing, David held forth the penis. "I wish that Katie was free of the cubicle. And that she craves the taste of my jism and Mom's cunt above all else." Suddenly, Katie was sitting on the carpet, legs spread wide, her whole body well-lubricated, but not drowning. "Let me ... let me suck you, David ... please!" "Later, Katie. Paul." "Yes, freer of my love?" "You were going to wish huge, extra-sensitive gazongas on my mom?" "That's what I said earlier." "And if that hadn't broken her will, if she had still resisted becoming a slut, what would you have wished next?" "Why, that she craved sex so bad that she couldn't resist. And then, if she'd have gone to the bathroom, I think I'd've thought to make her rectum so extra-sensitive that she would crave anal sex." "Interesting." "And if you'd have gotten pissed about that, I think I would've wished for you to become a girl! Yeah! and I would have wished for our English professor, Mrs Mulholland, to be unable to stop saying corny, lewd things! AND be unable to stop peeing herself! And THEN, I would've wished for a special hat to turn your girlfriend into a dumb sex bunny!" "Why? Why would you do all of these things?" "Because SHE! -- my eternal true love, of course -- made my mom feel bad!" "Twisted," Lydia muttered. "But ...," David finished thinking this through as he spoke. "You would have done all these horrible things because she made your mom feel bad, but ... but if you had done them, she would be a dumb sex slut and never have the chance to make your mom feel bad." "But she would have made her feel bad the OTHER time through here!" Paul nodded. "The other time?" "Yeah! The OTHER time! THIS time! The time when Katie DOES show up at my house." "I don't-- " ---------- The monkey chuckled. ---------- Before you sits a physical god of a man, radiating sheer megalithic sexual prowess, hunched over, scribbling on a pad of paper. He becomes aware of your presence and looks up. "Hey! You're not supposed to be here! I'm writing about you!" "About me?" you ask. "No! About him!" He points to someone beside you that looks like what you imagined David to look like. Then he points at you. "YOU'RE supposed to be reading this. Well, not this part. This part is supposed to be behind the scenes where you never see it." "But I just-- " you begin. "No, no. I don't care. You're not supposed to be here, either. Out! Out! Get out!" As he walks toward you, flicking his hands to shoo you, you read the Arabic script on his shirt pocket (for some reason you can now read Arabic): Jafar. "Hey! Aren't you-- " you begin. "What if I am?" "But aren't you supposed to-- " ---------- The monkey finished writing his name on the wall with his urine stream and then put the little monkey away back in his trousers. Well, that is, if he HAD trousers .... ---------- "Jesus!" David gasped. "ENOUGH of THAT! My head is spinning." ---------- (To Be Continued)